A diller, a dollar, a ten-o'clock scholar!
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.
Tell-tale Tit,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And every little dog in town
Shall have a little bit.
To market, to market, to buy a plum-cake;
Home again, home again, market is late.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again, market is done.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so, between them both,
They licked the platter clean.